Eating and Being Eaten (2)
Ji-young stood with her head bowed, utterly motionless. When I stepped right up to her, the scent of shampoo wafted from her hair and tickled my nose, and I could feel the warmth of her body. This was an offering dedicated to me — the first female I would ever possess in my life. The thought that my prey was standing there meekly, hands folded, preparing to give herself to me, lit a fire under my sadistic hunger for dominance, and my cock began to harden.
I touched her hair and her cheek with both hands. I hadn't noticed it while just looking, but feeling her with my palms, I could tell Ji-young's body was trembling faintly. Slowly, savoring the feel of a woman's skin, I slid my hands down and caressed her exposed neck and shoulders. A woman's skin was so impossibly soft and supple. I grabbed the bodice of her dress and pulled it down. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her modest breasts sprang free at once. Each was a round handful crowned with a wide, dark-brown areola, and from its center a rather large nipple jutted stiffly upward. I took a breast in each hand and kneaded them. Soft, round mounds of flesh that existed only on a woman — flesh that fed children and doubled as an erogenous zone, a symbol of depravity in itself. Aside from my mother's, these were the first breasts I had ever touched in my life. Ji-young's breathing was growing ragged too. Whether from pleasure or from shame and nerves, I couldn't tell, but that faint breath brushing against my chin and neck felt good as well.
While kneading her softly and teasing her nipples with my fingertips, I slid the dress still hanging from her body down over her hips, stroking her waist and belly. That body, which must have been free of a single ounce of excess fat until a decade or more ago, now carried just enough middle-age softness to feel plump under my hands — yet she was still undeniably slender. I knelt and pulled the dress pooled at her hips down to the floor. As it dropped, her dazzlingly white lower body was revealed. Her legs were straight and long, proportioned to her torso, her thighs pressed together without a sliver of gap between them. Her white panties were mostly sheer mesh, barely covering the most essential places.
When I pressed my face against her thigh, her whole body flinched. From her soft skin came a sweet scent, and — perhaps from the tension — a salty trace of sweat as well. Inside the panties, the heat was even greater than her thighs. I gripped her buttocks with both hands. Contrary to her slim frame, her ass was surprisingly fleshy, yielding softness that filled my palms. I slipped my hands inside the panties to savor the feel of it, then hooked my fingers into the waistband and dragged them down.
Astonishingly, her pussy was completely bare — not a single hair, contrary to every expectation. There were traces of waxing.
"Did you shave when you got here?"
"Yes..."
Informal speech came out of me naturally now. Having stripped her bare and feasted on her body, I could no longer quite feel her as an elder standing above me.
Through the long fissure of her slit, pink inner lips peeked out faintly. I spread them with my fingers and touched my tongue lightly to them. Ji-young's body flinched and jolted upward again. My first taste of a woman's pussy was salty and sour.
I rose and admired her naked body head-on once more. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself between the legs, but when I ordered her not to, she stood at attention with clenched fists, eyes cast down, fidgeting helplessly.
Unable to hold back any longer, I took her hand and dragged her to the bedroom, tossed her onto the bed, and stripped off all my clothes. My cock was already rigidly erect — no preparation needed — bobbing impatiently, desperate to get inside this female's body. I climbed on top of Ji-young, spread her legs, gripped my shaft with one hand, and pushed it against her crotch. I didn't find the hole right away, but as I lowered my cock and drove my hips forward, my rock-hard length slid naturally into her pussy.
"Ugh..."
Inexperienced, I shoved mercilessly into a pussy that wasn't even wet yet, and Ji-young let out a moan of pain — but there was no way my ears, already half-lost to reason, registered any of it. Drunk on the thrill of conquering a woman's pussy for the first time — of being inside the body of a woman old enough to be my mother — I hammered into her like a madman the moment I was inside. The feel of her warm, soft body, the fragrance rising from her hair and nape, was blissful. The more I moved, the rougher my breathing grew, sweat soaking my whole body, and Ji-young's breathing grew ragged too. The tight, dry channel inside her was gradually turning slick. I doubt I lasted even three minutes. Without changing position even once, simply pounding away from above, I felt my whole body lift and the world go dark before my eyes as I unloaded a massive amount of semen deep into her belly.
When the pleasure of release, surging through me again and again, finally subsided, I collapsed onto Ji-young's body in a lightness that felt like flying, while she lay utterly still, breathing hard.
Somehow I felt lighter not just in body but in spirit. Spilling my semen into Ji-young seemed to have blown away every shackle that had been binding me. I had no idea how she'd felt having sex with me, but that didn't matter. I had used her body — used this system — to satisfy my own desires. Just as someone out there was using my mother's body right now, I had used someone's mother. Guilt curdled into rage, and venting that rage through sadistic acts felt unbearably sweet.
After lying there a long while, I grew hungry. I hadn't managed a single proper meal all day. Sensing my stomach growl, Ji-young spoke.
"You haven't eaten, have you?"
"No."
"Shall I make you something?"
"Sure."
When I rolled off her, Ji-young rose unsteadily and headed for the bathroom. I heard water running, and a little later she came out and seemed to be putting her clothes back on, which she'd left in the living room.
"Is that the only outfit you have?"
"No, I have other clothes. Would you like me to change?"
"Yeah. What have you got?"
Ji-young opened the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall of the bedroom. Every kind of clothing imaginable was there — everyday wear and business suits, school uniforms, nurse outfits, police uniforms, every costume under the sun.
"You have a son, right?"
"...Yes."
"Then wear what you'd normally wear at home when you're cooking for him."
"At home I just wear something comfortable. Is that all right?"
"It's fine."
She changed into a white T-shirt and pink track pants and came out to the living room. I browsed the wardrobe a while longer. The clothes were stocked as if to cater to every taste, every color, every category, and when I opened the drawers, an enormous quantity of lingerie lay inside. In another wardrobe Ji-young hadn't opened were the strange outfits you'd only see in SM porn, along with dildos, whips, and every manner of adult toy — most of them things I couldn't even guess the use of.
I went out to the living room, sat at the table, and stared blankly at Ji-young's back as she prepared the meal. With her hair tied back, bustling about as she set out the food, she somehow radiated a liveliness that hadn't been there minutes ago. She looked like someone finally wearing clothes that suited her. Perhaps because my lust had just been spent, guilt came flooding back all at once.
"You're a teacher, aren't you?"
"...Yes."
Ji-young answered with her back to me, focused entirely on the cooking.
"High school?"
"Yes."
"Your son's twenty, I heard — college student?"
"...He's retaking his exams."
"Your son's here, isn't he?"
For an instant, Ji-young's body froze mid-motion, then started moving again.
"No. What are you talking about?"
She said it with a smile, but her flustered state was plain to see.
"You can relax — I won't tell a soul. Something about this place just rings a bell. You didn't secretly send your son to this academy and then do all this, did you?"
Ji-young said nothing.
"No answer? A slave talking back to me?"
I asked with a laugh — I wasn't truly angry. Then Ji-young turned her head and looked me dead in the eye.
"If my son is here, then your mother would be here too, Master. Would that really not bother you?"
There was fury in that expression, in that voice. So this was what experience looked like. A green kid like me felt myself shrink a little under the glare of a woman my mother's age — a teacher, no less.
"So I'm right."
Ji-young stared at me for a long moment, then turned back to her cooking. But just before she looked away, her eyes were brimming with tears.
Neither of us said another word. A little later, Ji-young set a plate of steaming omurice down in front of me.
"You're not eating?"
"I had dinner a little while ago."
"It'd still be awkward eating alone. Have a snack or something."
Ji-young took an apple from the fridge, sat down across from me, and peeled it. The omurice was delicious. I was starving, so I shoveled it into my mouth in a rush while Ji-young sat quietly across from me, crunching her apple.
When I'd finished the omurice and eaten a few of the apple slices she'd cut, I had coffee.
"There's nothing I can do about it."
"I'm sorry?"
"Judging by your reaction, the mothers really are being used here. It's not that I don't care — but there's nothing to be done."
"..."
Ji-young held her coffee cup and stared straight at me, her face expressionless.
"You wouldn't want your son to find out about any of this, would you? Even if he did find out — you'd want him to just keep studying hard to the very end and get into a good university. Isn't that what you want?"
Ji-young didn't answer.
"I'm just going to quietly play dumb, get whatever it is my mother wanted out of this place, and leave. So you should just do what you have to do, too."
I swiveled my chair slightly to the side, pointed at my crotch with one hand, and gave Ji-young a look.
She set down her coffee cup, came around to me, and knelt between my legs. Then she pulled down my pants and took out my cock. Because I hadn't washed after fucking her earlier, a sticky residue had dried on it, giving off a fishy smell. Lee Ji-young — someone's mother studying alongside me, a middle school English teacher — gripped that filthy cock with her fingers, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and began to suck.